3. Man of His Word
CHAPTER THREE
Man of His Word
As Deja stepped out of the Uber approaching Ian's home, she couldn't help but feel she was walking into a trap. Although… Despite being a killer, Ian seemed to be a man of his word.
She didn't really have any other alternatives anyway. Not without endangering everyone she cared about.
Smoothing down her short red dress, she rapped on Ian's door, which immediately swung open. Wearing black slacks and a black button-down open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, Ian stood at the door wearing his signature Donovan smile.
"Well… look at you..." Ian's eyes unapologetically roamed Deja's form, appreciating every exposed sliver of skin until his gaze met hers. "Please… come in."
Stepping inside, Deja looked around Ian's home, decorated with classical art.
"I'm a Romanticism enthusiast," Ian said, taking her coat.
"The music… art… and literature of its time…
inspired as an act of rebellion against the Industrial Revolution.
" His fingers grazed her skin, peeling off her coat.
Deja hugged herself. "It's pretty..."
Ian eyed her and grinned. "That's an understatement." After hanging her coat, he grabbed a bottle of wine. "Care for a drink?"
"No, thank you," Deja said. "Can we just… get this over with?"
Ian raised a brow. "...course..."
While Ian grabbed a folder, Keith walked into the dining room wearing black sweats that hung low on his hips, teasing the V-shape of his pelvis, and a black V-neck shirt that clung to his biceps, revealing his tattoos.
"...into the lions' den..." Keith smirked.
"Keith… behave..." Ian warned.
"Not possible when she's around," Keith groaned, biting his lip as he looked her over. "... especially… looking like that..."
"Here you are," Ian said, handing her a file.
"This contract covers everything we discussed.
New identity, so The Society can't find you.
We'll fake your suicide. Leave the story to us.
There will be a driver waiting for you in the morning to take you anywhere you want to go, without us knowing.
As promised. You keep our secret… We'll keep yours. "
"...is this serious?" Deja asked.
Ian smiled. "...deadly."
Deja exhaled and grabbed the pen, but Ian held the pen back and stared into her eyes. "...be sure to read the fine print, sweetheart..."
Snatching the pen, Deja leaned over the table. She scanned the contract as Keith approached her from behind. "...just one night...?" she asked.
Keith's hand palmed her ass, teasing the hem of her dress, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. "...just one, baby girl..." he hummed.
Sighing, Deja signed the contract and dropped the pen. She pulled her fingers while Keith and Ian also signed. Ian handed her a copy, which she tucked into her purse. "So, where do you wanna do this?" she asked impatiently.
Ian chuckled as Keith grabbed the wine. "No need to make yourself sound like a prostitute," Ian smiled.
"Is that not what I am right now?" she said, annoyed.
Keith took a swig from the bottle before wiping his mouth. "No. You're not," he said, handing her the wine.
"I'm fine," she said, stepping back. The brothers exchanged curious looks.
Music started playing before Ian grabbed her hand. She looked at him, startled as he wrapped her arms around his neck. Grabbing her waist, he held her close. Deja shakily exhaled. "You look nervous..." Ian whispered against her cheek.
"Why would I be nervous?" she muttered.
"Because… Jax isn't here to tame the 'wild beasts'..." Ian hummed.
Deja snorted. "Jax was the wild beast..."
Ian chuckled. "It's as if you know nothing about him."
"He wasn't very open about his family life-" Deja started.
"With good reason," Keith said, plopping down on the couch. Taking another swig of wine, his gaze lingered on Deja. "Our family is fucked. Scary bedtime stories will just give you nightmares."
"I'm already living one," Deja said. They both snickered, sending a shiver up her spine. Ian's hands slid over her hips, tracing her curves. "Is this all you plan on doing tonight?... Dancing?" Deja sighed impatiently. "Because-"
Before she could finish, Ian gracefully twirled her around before pulling her back against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they moved together. His fingers sensually traced down her forearm before lifting it to wrap around the back of his neck.
"Don't be so impatient… We have the whole night to have our way with you..." Ian whispered. "...just… enjoy it ..."
Deja felt her heartbeat quicken and her stomach flutter as she nearly got lost in Ian’s provocative gaze.
Forcing herself to look away, she glanced at Keith sitting on the couch, holding the half-empty bottle, his legs spread like a king.
The tent in his sweatpants steadily grew as he tilted his head to the side, watching her with ravenous eyes.
"You guys planning on taking turns or something?" she sighed.
Keith raised an amused brow as Ian smiled. "Is that what you want?" Ian asked.
"I'm just surprised Keith hasn't attacked me yet after the way he invaded my home the other night," Deja mocked.
Keith shrugged with a smirk. "I smoked a joint and had 3 beers to relax from my…
manic state. I'm practicing restraint, baby girl, so I don't break that sexy body of yours in half…
However ..." Keith leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"If you're that eager for me to fuck you into next week, just say the word. "
"It took me a while to calm him. Please… don't provoke him," Ian said, spinning Deja to face him. She was surprised by how smoothly Ian moved. As if he were professionally trained.
"My parents enrolled me in the most prestigious musical arts institution to master dance, piano, and string instruments, including the violin, cello, and harp," he said, answering her unspoken question.
Deja looked at him, surprised. "Wow… uh-... why?"
Ian shrugged. "They valued perfectionism and sought that in their children. Jax and I took the brunt of it. Sophie didn't last long before she went mad. And Keith… well… as the youngest..."
"I told them to go fuck themselves," Keith smirked.
Ian rolled his eyes while spinning Deja, pulling her against his chest again. "Childish,” Ian scoffed.
"I prefer… non-conformist ." Keith lifted his shirt, revealing his tattooed, scarred abs. "Got a tattoo for every adventure."
"And the scars?" Deja asked.
Keith traced the thick scar tissue along his stomach. "It's a Donovan trademark. I wear them with pride."
"How can you take pride in growing up in an abusive household that robbed you of your innocence?" Deja asked.
They both chuckled, amused. "Aww..." Keith said, standing. "...she cares..."
"I didn't say that," Deja scoffed.
An amused grin painted Keith's face. Placing a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head up until she met his gaze.
"...you're not a very good liar, baby girl.
.." Keith brushed his lips against hers, teasingly flicking her with his tongue.
His hand ran down the front of her dress, feeling her softness.
Their mingled scents and roaming hands overwhelmed her senses.
"I have to ask," Ian whispered. "Do you ever miss him?"
Keith smirked, awaiting her answer. "I mean… we already know he haunts your thoughts," Keith added.
Deja wouldn't give them the satisfaction. "No."
Ian suddenly spun her to face him. She was startled by the dark expression on his face that broke into a warm smile. "...you really aren't a good liar," Ian chuckled.
Deja locked eyes with Ian as he lifted the hem of her dress. His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties. "Why pretend to care?" she asked. "When you're about to fuck your dead brother's fiancé?"
Keith chuckled behind her, peeling her panties. Ian grinned amusedly. "Spite, perhaps. The guilt eats away at you. You wear it on your face as well as you wear this dress. It's both arousing and gratifying,” Ian hummed.
"It's kind of funny, isn't it?" Keith said, twisting her panties until they tore. "Eager to avoid killers only to become one yourself." She felt his erection through his sweatpants, pressing against her bare ass. "Jax would be proud," Keith chuckled.
"He would actually," Ian grinned, his fingers sliding between her legs. "Jax was the kind of man who would cheer you on for learning how to use a knife even if it was on him."
Deja lost her balance as Ian's fingers slipped between her labia, sensually stroking her clit. She leaned back only to feel Keith's fingers sliding between her ass, teasing her anus. Keith laughed. "Remember when he taught us how to use a weedwhacker to shred the flesh from a kill."
Deja gasped as their fingers slipped inside both her holes, fucking her until she was standing on her toes. Fisting Ian's shirt, she moaned into his chest. "That was… grotesque..." Ian said, sliding another finger inside her. "But efficient."
"You guys are disgusting," Deja panted.
"Hear that? She thinks we're disgusting," Ian grinned.
"Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how fucking nasty we can be," Keith said, removing his fingers. She clung to Ian, who was relentlessly working her over, when Keith abruptly grabbed her.
Lying down on the couch, Keith sat Deja on top of him until she was straddling his waist. She squealed as Keith grabbed two handfuls of her ass, pulling her closer. Licking his bottom lip, his eyes roamed over her damp pussy. "Fuck… she's dripping..." he groaned.
Keith's eyes flashed dangerously at her. "I want you to ride my face."
Deja looked down at him, startled. "What?!"
"You heard me." Keith tugged her closer until she was hovering above his chin. "I want your pussy… in my mouth. I want you to squeeze those thick thighs around my head… And I want you to fuck yourself with my tongue. I wanna drown in that pussy."